Page 86 of Chasing Storm
I kiss her softly, my lips finding the mark once more. She moans softly. I harden against her, my own desire growing more and more. Moving my hand down her body, my fingertips tracing circles around her belly and down to the apex of her thighs. I tease her with my touch, my lips finding her neck again and trailing down to her collarbone, her soft skin against my own.
“Do you want me to mark you?” I murmur shyly. I want my mark on her, and I want her to mark me as well.
She nods, and tilts her head, knowing that Thatcher gave her a hickey.
I love her so much. She never makes me feel less than the others. Not that I think that about myself, but sometimes, like now, during sex, it’s hard not to feel a bit inferior when my body is not built like theirs. I’m slimmer rather than muscular like them.
I reach for the vibrator and switch it on. The low hum fills the room. Her breath quickens as I trail it down between her breasts. The desire in her eyes spurs me on when she rolls onto her back to give me an all-access pass to her body. Leaning forward, I kiss her.
Moving the vibrator slowly down her, it traces the curves of her body. She trembles under my caress as I tease her with its vibrations. She gasps softly, her body responding to the pleasure. I move the vibrator lower, rubbing it over her clit, making her squirm with her arousal.
“Please,” she begs. “More.”
I thrust it inside her, my hand moving faster, and her breathing grows ragged.
The vibrator hums and pulses inside her as waves of pleasure cascade through her body. She cries out as her orgasm sweeps over her, her body shaking uncontrollably from the intensity of the pleasure. I thrust it deeper into her, so it expands her pussy and slides inside, past the pool of cum dripping from her entrance. She groans with feral contentment, arching her back as the vibe eases her needs.
“Tell me when to remove it,” I murmur.
“Mmm. Not yet.”
She wriggles and writhes as the vibrator brings her to another climax. I watch with fascination as her pussy clenches around the vibrator, tightening its hold on the silicone dick.
Once the tremors have settled, she pants, “Now. I need you.”
Pulling it out of her, I move it away and crawl up her, positioning my cock at her entrance.
I slide inside with a guttural groan, savouring the feel of her. I’m glad that JP and Thatch are keeping their distance right now. I need her all to myself. I thrust, burying my cock balls deep into her. She wraps her legs around me, forcing me even deeper.
“You feel so good,” she gasps when I withdraw suddenly and then slam back into her.
I do this a few more times before her pussy clutches desperately at my cock. Storm climaxes intensely, riding my dick as she brings her hips up to meet my thrusts. I cover her body, placing my hands on her hips to hold her in place. With my breath hitching, I nuzzle her neck tasting the salt of her sweat coat my tongue as I suck her skin into my mouth.
She cries out, and I release her, not wanting to cause her any pain. She fists her hands in my hair and kisses me, driving her tongue into my mouth. I shoot my load unexpectedly, firing off jets of cum into her dripping pussy with a loud grunt of satisfaction. Storm releases me with a tired smile. I drop a soft kiss on her lips and then withdraw, leaving her so JP can have his turn with her and celebrate our new living arrangement.
52
JP
Pulling Storm closer to me, feeling her heat against my body, I run my hands up and down her back, teasing the arch of her spine and pulling her hips towards me. Storm moans softly as my fingers find their way to her pert arse. I press my palms against her bare skin and squeeze. She shivers beneath my touch, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
My desire is burning within me. I want nothing more than to ravage her with my hands and mouth. I want to explore every inch of her body, to make her moan with pleasure, at the same time as I want to fuck her senseless and come inside her. The desire is screaming at me, but this isn’t about me. It’s all about Storm.
I move my hands to cradle her breasts. She gasps as I cup them, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure through her. I suck one of her ripe nipples while I tweak the other one, enjoying her reaction to my touch. I grind my teeth gently over the bud in my mouth, teasing her with a sexual bite.
“Yes!” she pants. “Harder.”
I chuckle at her eagerness. “Patience, princess.”
She growls her response, before it turns into a purr and the scent of her arousal hits my nasal passages.
“Fuck,” I groan. “I want to worship you, and you’re making this difficult.”
“Maybe that’s my plan.”
“You’re a goddess.”
My mouth finds Storm's, my lips pressing hungrily into hers. I explore her mouth with my tongue, running it along her teeth, making her shiver and push herself closer to me. Tasting her and savouring the flavour of her, Storm moans into my mouth, her body responding to my touch as if it has a will of its own. She runs her fingers through my hair and drags me even closer, letting out a sigh of pleasure as our tongues tangle together.
